DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own any Beatles songs (that includes I Want to Hold Your Hand).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: When reading this fic, you should listen to either Glee's version of I Want to Hold Your Hand (sung by Chris Colfer), or Across the Universe's version (sung by T. V. Carpio), those versions better get the emotion behind Xeno's singing. And, Luna's mom/Xeno's wife's name is Ciara, like in my other fanfictions. You can find the full version (with the lyrics) on my tumblr, if you want to read it.
Xenophilius went down to the lake on the anniversary of his wife's death. He always did this, every single year. He would come plant flowers, the muggle way, not the wizard way. Doing it this way was more…respectful, more personal. It's been five years now, but he could still see her clearly in his head, and hear her voice. He knelt by the edge of the water, starting to plant the flowers along the river bank, and started singing softly.
He thought back to when he met Ciara, at school years ago. He knew she was special right at that moment. She was…amazing, perfect even. He had a feeling that he would possibly marry her, even then, and look at it now, they had been married for a little over ten years before she died, and Xenophilius had no interest in moving on, he was just going to wait until his own death, so he could be with her again.
It wasn't too long after that that he had asked her out, she said no at first, because she had trust issues, but he didn't give up, and she said yes not too long after that, something neither of them either regretted.
He remembered their first hug, their first kiss, their first night together, and all the times after that. Most of all, he just wanted to feel her in his arms again, her body perfectly fitting with his. Their closeness was the thing he missed most; it was torture not having her close by to hold. Holding her was how he got through difficult times, just silently hugging each other.
Their wedding was…perfect. She was stunning in her wedding dress, even more perfect than she was normally. That was the happiest day of his entire life, with his daughter's birth being a close second.
He finished planting the flowers, and sat by the water, taking her ring out of his pocket, and starting to clean it. He never took off his wedding ring; he couldn't bring himself to do that yet, maybe some time in the future.
Cleaning the ring brought back more memories, like when he proposed to her, on the grounds of Hogwarts, more memories of the wedding, sliding the ring onto her finger, kissing her, the reception. She became his on that day, and he became hers, forever, not even death would stop their love.
Now though, he couldn't show the sadness that surrounded him every single day, he had to be strong, for Luna. That's why he never took her to plant flowers on the anniversary of Ciara's death, although, she was at Hogwarts now, so it wasn't even an option anymore. He always let the tears flow down his face, he let the emotions go, he needed to, otherwise he would explode. Ciara was perfect, but now she was gone. It would be years before he would see her, since he had to stay alive to raise Luna, so he couldn't die, not for a long time. He wiped his face, sniffing, and looking out at the water. He put the ring back into his pocket, mumbling the last line of the song.